The leap from jealousy to dread came quickly. Adam convinced himself Clara hadn’t just left. She had left to meet someone, and something had gone terribly, horribly wrong before she could come back. Had she met with an accident? Had she been abducted?
While rummaging through Clara’s old drawer for clues, Adam found a crumpled page torn from her notebook. An address was scribbled across it in rushed handwriting. He didn’t recognize it, but the uneven scrawl made his chest tighten, as though it hinted at something urgent.